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asiriuscrushonmoonyx · 4 years

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Hi, Could you write a lil something or have Headcanons about Jegulus and how Sirius reacts to them?

I don’t usually write Jegulus, so I hope this is alright!

Warning: slightly nff, swearing

“Crap,” Sirius said, slamming his Transfiguration book shut on the desk. Remus sighed and looked up from his own book.

“Let me guess,” Remus said. “You’ve suddenly come up with a reason why you can’t do your homework… again?”

“It’s 8:30,” Sirius said quickly. “On 7th April.”

“And?”

“Peter’s birthday,” Sirius said, glancing around quickly to make sure Peter wasn’t in sight. “Tomorrow.”

“Oh- OH,” Remus said, eyes widening. “Oh Merlin, how did we forget?!”

“We need to sneak into Hogsmeade and get him something.”

“At this time of night?” Remus said, closing his own book. “Not a chance.”

“When I say ‘get him something’ I mean ‘steal him something’.”

“Sirius, no.”

“Yes.”

Remus sighed, knowing there wasn’t any point in arguing – when Sirius had this glint in his eyes, nothing could change his mind.

“Well,” Remus said, popping his book into his bag. “I guess we better get the cloak. And we’d better be quick about it before Peter realises we’ve disappeared.”

“I can’t find the cloak anywhere,” Sirius said, dropping James’s mattress back onto his bed. “James must have it on him right now.”

“Where’s Peter, anyway?”

“I think he’s in detention for that dung bomb,” Sirius said. “We have time.”

Remus nodded. “Okay great, I’ll grab the map and check if James is still raiding the kitchens and we’ll get the cloak off him.”

Remus and Sirius glanced down at the Marauder’s Map, scanning for James’s name near the kitchens. He’d left an hour ago stating he was planning on getting food for a midnight feast, but he had been gone a suspiciously long time.

“Where the hell is he?”

“I dunno,” Remus said, opening the map up so that they could see more of the Hogwarts grounds. It took a good few minutes, but finally he spotted the name ‘James Potter’ in what seemed to be a broom cupboard. He pointed at James’s name, getting Sirius’s attention. Suddenly James’s name changed into the name ‘Regulus Black’ and then it was back to ‘James Potter’ again.

“Why did it say my brother’s name?” Sirius asked.

“That’s really weird,” Remus said. They watched and it happened again. “They… uh… must be standing near each other so the map can’t decide which name to show?”

“Why the hell is James hanging out with that little git?”

“Let’s go and find out,” Remus said, folding the map and putting it into his robes pocket. “We need to hurry if we’re going to get something for Peter’s birthday before he gets back from detention.”

The entire way down to the broom cupboard they’d seen on the map, Sirius had been speculating why they were hanging out together. Drugs, black magic, planning a surprise party for Sirius’s birthday – Remus had to remind him that his birthday wasn’t for another six months – but Sirius had come up with every possible reason for James and Regulus to be hanging out apart from the actual reason…

When they arrived at the door of the broom cupboard, Remus raised his hand to knock on the door politely, but before he could even touch the door, Sirius had already shoved the door open.

The door wouldn’t open fully – someone was standing right behind it, stopping it from opening. Sirius heard swearing from behind the door and hurried movement, and then frantic whispers, while the person behind the door was pushing the door back hard, trying to close it again.

“Open the door,” Sirius yelled through the door.

He pressed his ear to the door and heard the hushed words, “it’s Sirius!” and “fuck” and “hide somewhere” and “where am I gonna hide, it’s a broom cupboard!?” and “here, take this” before James loudly cleared his throat and said “Sirius! Hey!”

Suddenly the door opened, and James stood alone in the empty broom cupboard grinning guiltily from ear to ear. “What’re you doing here?”

Sirius peered around behind James and folded his arms. “I could ask you the same.”

“We need the cloak,” Remus said impatiently, rolling his eyes at Sirius’s dramatics. “It’s urgent. We forgot Peter’s birthday is tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?” James said. “Oh. Wow. We really fucked up. Huh, sorry guys, but I… er… I don’t have the cloak on me at the moment. Actually I lost it.”

“You lost it?” Remus said in disbelief. “And you waited till now to tell us?”

“He didn’t lose it, Remus,” Sirius said, not buying his bullshit. “It’s right here in this tiny cramped little broom cupboard, isn’t it, James?”

“Are you okay, mate?” James asked Sirius, laughing nervously. “If I had it I’d be going with you guys to buy Pete’s presents.”

“Are you okay?” Sirius asked. “Hanging out in a broom cupboard “alone”?”

“I thought I left my wand in here earlier after Quidditch practice,” James shrugged.

“Hm,” Sirius said, stepping into the cupboard. He could almost feel James tense next to him. Remus was sighing again. “It’s really dusty in here, really dusty. Did you know my little baby brother is allergic to dust? It makes him sneeze.”

“Okay?”

Sirius grabbed a nearby broom and starting wiping dust across the stony floor, making little dusty clouds.

“What are you doing?” James said, trying to grab the broom off Sirius.

“It’s dusty in here,” Sirius said. “I already said that – just thought it could use a clean.”

“Give that to me.”

“Why?”

“Just give it!”

A quiet sneeze broke up the argument and Sirius looked gleeful. “AHA!” he said, “knew it!”

Suddenly, James let out the fakest-sounding sneeze Sirius had ever heard. “Maybe I’m allergic to dust too?”

“Oh shut up, I know he’s in here. Reggie, you can come out!”

“Are you stupid? Why would he be in here?”

Sirius rolled his eyes and started feeling around the room. He was nearing the far corner of the cupboard when suddenly Regulus’s head appeared out of thin air.

“Sorry,” Regulus said to James, “he was about to find me anyway.”

Sirius glanced back at James to see him giving Reg an irritated look.

They started bickering about getting caught and Sirius couldn’t really concentrate because all he could see was Reg’s angry head seemingly hanging in mid-air, bodiless. He grabbed the invisibility cloak off Reg quickly.

“Mind telling me what the hell is going on?” he said, glancing first at James and then at Reg, and almost throwing the cloak back at him because his little brother was practically naked.

Regulus grabbed the cloak and covered himself, his cheeks turning pink.

“Please tell me what’s going on. Someone explain before I come to the wrong conclusion…”

“Tell him,” Regulus said to James.

Remus was now peering into the broom cupboard too, too interested in what was going on to think about how they were so late getting Peter’s gift.

James sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair. “Prefect Duties.”

“Pre- prefect duties?” Sirius almost laughed. “You aren’t even a prefect!”

Remus cleared his throat. “Yeah, and I am. And we don’t have any prefect duties tonight.”

James cast Remus an annoyed look. “I’m the head boy, so sometimes Dumbledore asks me to patrol and sometimes I take some prefects with me.”

“So you took my naked brother on duty with you?”

“Yes. I mean, no. I mean… er… Reg?”

Regulus was now only a head again. “I fell in the black lake and had to change??”

“You fell in the black lake?”

“Yep. James was just about to get me some dry clothes.”

“How come your hair isn’t wet?”

James folded his arms. “What is this? Some kind of interrogation?”

Sirius was about to say something back, but Remus stepped further into the room. “Look, we really need to get going if we’re gonna get Peter’s present, so James, please just admit you were hooking up with Sirius’s brother and then we can get on our way.”

“HOOKING UP?” Sirius practically yelled.

“Thanks, Remus,” James said. “Hey, Sirius, listen… what Remus said… it’s not tr-”

“-It’s true,” Regulus cut in. “James and I are together. A couple. Dating. Close your mouth, you look like a dementor.”

“What Regulus means is-”

“-No, James. No point hiding it anymore. We need to stop sneaking around and hooking up in broom cupboards all because we’re scared of how he’ll react. He just has to deal with it.”

“He has a name,” Sirius said through gritted teeth. “So you two are… nope. Nope. I don’t approve. James, he’s a BABY. You can’t…. oh god… oh god oh god, is this why he’s naked?”

James looked for once at a loss for words.

“Yes, Sirius, that’s why I’m naked. I’m not a baby either. And It’s really none of your business who I date.”

“OH GOD!” Sirius cried, turning to Remus. “JAMES DEFLOWERED MY BABY BROTHER!”

Remus rolled his eyes and leaned back against the door. “Like Regulus said, it’s none of your business,” he turned to Regulus, “can we have the cloak please?”

“IS NOBODY GOING TO ACKNOWLEDGE THAT JAMES IS DATING MY BROTHER?”

James shrugged his robes off and tossed them over to Regulus, and Regulus quickly shrugged the invisibility cloak off and put James’s robes on. He threw the invisibility cloak to Remus.

“HELLO??!!”

“Come on, Sirius, let’s go,” Remus said, attempting to drag Sirius away.

“No. No. I don’t accept this.”

“Hey, Pads, look on the bright side… we could be brother’s-in-law one day!” James said. This only made Sirius madder.

“SO NOW YOU’RE PLANNING ON MARRYING HIM?!”

“Ugh, Sirius, grow up,” Regulus said. “People get into relationships. They don’t need approval from their brother or from their best friend. If they’re in love, they’re in love.”

“SO NOW YOU’RE IN LOVE?!!?”

“Merlin,” James breathed. “Yes, Sirius. Yes, I love him. Sorry to break it to you.”

“BUT HE’S- HE’S PRACTICALLY A CHILD!”

“He’s literally a year younger than us,” James said. “You and Remus were his age when I caught you two going doggy-style on McGonagall’s-“

“OKAY OKAY OKAY! ENOUGH!” Remus shouted, face bright red.

“Yeah, enough,” Regulus said quickly, looking disgusted.

“HA!” Sirius said, pointing at Reg’s disgusted face. “See that face? That’s exactly how I feel about the thought of the two of you doing Merlin knows what in this tiny little broom cupboard.”

“Okay, so… you’re disgusted by the thought of Reg with someone and he’s disgusted by the thought of you with someone. Feeling’s mutual. Get over it,” James said.

“James is right, Sirius,” Remus said, tugging at the sleeve of Sirius’s robes. “Let them be. It’s not your place to judge.”

Sirius still looked angry and disgusted but he exhaled slowly. “Fine,” he said. “But let’s get one thing straight – James, if you hurt Reg I will murder you. And Reg, if you hurt James I’ll murder you. And if I ever see you two so much as hold hands I’ll-”

“-Sirius,” Remus hissed. “They’re in a relationship. Stop being an idiot.”

“FINE!” Sirius said dramatically. “If I ever catch you with your tongue down my brother’s throat, you won’t have a tongue!”

James looked as though he was trying not to laugh, but nodded. Regulus was just rolling his eyes. “We can kiss if we want to, we don’t need your permission.”

“Look, you do whatever you need to do but I just don’t wanna see or hear it, okay?” Sirius said uncomfortably.

“Okay,” James agreed. “But in that case, I don’t want any more of your elaborate stories about how you and Remus fucked upside down on a broomstick while-“

“OKAY!”

“You told him about that!?” Remus whispered in embarrassment. Sirius shrugged sheepishly.

“So let’s just all agree that we all accept each other’s relationships but we don’t need to know any more than necessary?” James said. Regulus and Remus both nodded. That just left Sirius, who was still looking irritated.

“Sirius?”

“Fine,” he groaned.

“Good.”

“We need to go, Sirius,” Remus said impatiently. “Come on.”

Sirius slowly shuffled out the room, glancing back briefly and mumbling so quietly that he could barely be heard, “Even though I hate it, I’m happy for you both”, and continuing down the corridor.

He stopped a few metres away from the broom cupboard and rushed back.

“HA! CAUGHT IN THE ACT!” he yelled, peering into the room and finding James and Regulus in the exact same spots they’d been moments ago, lips nowhere near each other. “Oh,” he said awkwardly. “Just testing you. Good work.”

James rolled his eyes. “Bye, Sirius.”

“See ya,” Sirius said, leaving them alone. They could hear Sirius talking about them all the way down the corridor until finally he couldn’t be heard anymore.

James waited a solid two minutes before closing the cupboard door and this time locking it. He turned to Regulus and smirked. “Wanna get back down on your knees and finish what you started?”

Regulus snorted, getting dressed. “Maybe next time. Sirius is the equivalent of a cold shower.”

“Aw, come on. We just got started. I’ll let you do that thing you love…”

Regulus was on his knees in seconds. “I’m ready.”

James smiled triumphantly.

#Jegulus #James Potter #Regulus Black #Nff #Jegulus fic #Ask

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otpcutie · 3 years

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My 2020 wrapped

I’ve seen this going around and wanted to do it but a little differently, a self love exercise of sorts🙂 So, these are some works of my 2020 works I’m proud of and want to mention, in no particular order:

For Marvel (various ships):

My series Built On Bones aka my Make Me Yours AU (WISS) — MMY is my longest fic so far! It’s where I first started exploring a larger polycule, writing Steve, trying out dynamics that called to me more and I got v much into my brat Tony🥰

I can’t pick one in particular because I adored writing all of my Winteriron ficlets, where they had a Daddy/brat dynamic😇 As well as my Winteriron fanart, I just love them sm and am v invested in my versions of them💘

My ficlet Soft Boys (Stucky) — I got very attached to this one🥺 & ended up drawing a lil something with them too, I love this soft Bucky sm.

(Gummy Bear) Cannibalism (Stony)— it was really fun writing little Tony for the first time and especially 🥰 with his little space not being what’s typical in cgl fics (mood), chubby Tony and them being in a nonsexual Dd/lb dynamic made my heart go 💓💓

My artwork Anniversary Ink (Stucky), it has a little drabble to go with it too — I was nervous trying nff art but pleased with the outcome and his (possessive) little tattoo, a v my Daddy Bucky thing to do😂

My moodboards: Winter Soldier aesthetic, Needy (Stucky, ft Mafia boss Steve), (Winteriron) Siren Tony/pirate Bucky and Sons of Anarchy (WISS) — they’re pretty 🤷🏻‍♂️

Harry Potter (Drarry):

My artwork Shimmer, I had so much fun with mer Draco and would love to add to this AU in the future 💕

My drabble/drawble Up in the Clouds — this fic was my jam and I’m proud I managed to write the atmosphere I wanted/give a taste of their dynamic in so little words. Getting to show off his collar too😌

My drabble “Mine.” — I hadn’t written anything with these kind of vibes before and enjoyed the challenge! A different kind of dark than I’m used to🤪

My microfic Embrace — I surprised myself by being able to fit such a tender moment in 50 words (& it was an outlet so it makes me feel things lol)🙏🏻

My latest artwork In the Realm of Fairies and Elves — this prompt/art restriction called to me and fuck, I’m so happy with it! It’s totally me and a little mood af🧝🏻🧚🏻‍♂️✨I want to draw more of them and expand on their world ee.

My Draco Malfoy aesthetic moodboard, it’s pretty💚

Tagging @fanbug & @opalineobsidian to do similarly with your 2020 creations (WIPs welcome ofc!) 💚

#ive had a not so healthy relationship w stats/internal pressure around creating ect #so ive worked on thinking about them differently/tryna take that pressure off and its helped!#hence being able to create less atm & explore diff fandoms & do other hobbies - w minimal guilt🤪#(mostly anyway its a work in progress😂)#anyways thats why i did it a lil diff!#otpcutie talks #otpcutie fics #otpcutie moodboards #otpcutie art #otpcutie #pals #tag game

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prettyboy-parker · 5 years

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bel ragazzo

summary: in 1987 Italy, Bucky’s parents drag him to visit old college friends. Tony, their son, has some sort of charm to him.

words: 3k

warnings: lil bit nff

a/n: a HUGE thank you to Chim on AO3 for writing the correct translations for me!

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glossary:

mamma-mom

figlio-son

ciao- hello

evviva- hurray

stronzo-asshole

cazzo- fuck

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Valdobbiadene, Italy

Summer of 1987

“George, I’m pretty sure it was that one.”

Bucky sighs and watches the lush greenery blur past, like he’s been doing for the last two hours.

“No, trust me. It’s the next one.” His father assures his mother, passing the fire colored villa that’s most definitely not the Stark’s.

“756, right here.” George says, turning onto a stone paved road leading to a decent sized, sand colored stone house. Winnie clasps her hands together happily, straining her neck to look at Bucky.

“I haven’t seen Maria in years, I might cry!”

Bucky rolls his eyes but smiles gently.

“Ma, you kept saying that the whole flight here.” He says as George stops the car.

“Oh hush, James.” Winnie teases, unbuckling her seatbelt and climbing out of the rented yellow DeLorean. Bucky does the same, sighing deeply as the sizzling Italian sun washes over his skin. It feels good to be out of the cramped car. His muscles strain as he stretches out his arms, the ugly, hand-me-down Hawaiian shirt riding up his torso.

“Oh goodness, Winnie!”

A short, lithe woman with slightly greying hair rushes out of the backyard, pulling Winnie into a hug. Bucky recognizes her as Mrs. Stark, although the pictures his mother showed him were from their days in college.

“It’s been too long,” Winnie sighs as George shakes Mrs. Stark’s hand.

“And you remember James, of course.” Winnie says happily, placing her hand on her son’s shoulder. Mrs. Stark beams.

“I remember when you were just a baby, James! Gosh, you and Anthony were so sweet together, but I’m sure you don’t remember.”

Anthony, Anthony, Anthony, Anthony

His mother had spoken vaguely about Anthony, the Stark’s son, but had only seen a few pictures of the older boy as a baby.

“You talking about me, mamma?”

Holy shit.

The boy behind Mrs. Stark is, well, handsome.

His deep hickory eyes have a mischievous glint to them, the smirk on his face accentuating his playful demeanor. His skin is tan from the Italian sun, his arms toned and muscled.

“Only good things, figlio.” Mrs. Stark coos, “The Barnes are finally here.”

Anthony smiles and takes Winnie’s hand.

“So nice to see you again, Mrs. Barnes.” He purrs, turning to shake Richard’s hand next. “You too, Mr. Barnes.”

“Anthony, always so sweet. This is my son, James.”

Anthony smiles wide, taking Bucky’s hand in his.

“Ciao, James.”

Oh god, oh god, oh god, Bucky could melt.

“I go by Bucky.” He manages to choke out, giving the older boy’s hand a weak shake. Anthony takes his plump bottom lip between his teeth, running his thumb over Bucky’s knuckle.

“Bucky, huh?” He smirks, dropping Bucky’s hand and shoving his own into the pockets of his shorts.

“Yeah. My middle name’s Buchanan.” Bucky sputters awkwardly. Jesus. He’s a fool.

“Anthony, puoi mostrare a James la sua stanza?”

(Anthony, can you show James to his room?)

“Sì, mamma.” Anthony groans, sulking over to the trunk of the rental car. Bucky rushes over to help his mother take some of their luggage out of the back.

“Which one is yours, Bucky?” Anthony asks, mindlessly taking a case out of the trunk. Bucky could listen to Anthony say his name on repeat, the Italian lilt giving flavor to the usual blandness of it.

“Uh, the blue one.” He stammers, gesturing to the smallish case that Anthony just placed on the ground. The older boy smiles tightly.

“Let’s go, yeah?”

Bucky silently follows Anthony through the backyard to the house. The backyard is nice, not perfectly landscaped but put together with love and care. He almost falls behind, caught up in watching a pair of blue butterflies flutter by.

“Here’s the kitchen. Not a fan of cooking, if I’m honest.” Anthony huffs when the walk through the creaky back door. Bucky looks around quickly, taking in the worn, but loved, kitchen.

“I’m indifferent.” Bucky responds as the climb up the carpeted steps. He catches glimpses of Anthony at different stages of his life from the pictures on the wall.

He’ll have to look at those later.

“And here we are,” Anthony grunts when they reach the end of the upstairs hallway. The room is quaint, only a bed and a dresser complimenting the pale green walls.

“It’s nice.” Bucky says softly, watching Anthony as he tosses the suitcase on the bed. He smirks, cocking one dark eyebrow.

“Yeah. I’m sure you think that.”

Bucky giggles, chewing his bottom lip.

“I do. It’s nice, Anthony.”

The older boy nods slowly, giving Bucky a look that’s impossible to read.

“Call me Tony.”

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“Anthony, passare James la limonata, per favore.”

(Anthony, pass James the lemonade, please.)

Bucky raises his eyebrows as Tony places the sweating lemonade jug in front of him.

Tony grins, eyes twinkling as Bucky warily pours himself a glass.

“I think you may need some di italiano lessons, Bucky.” He quips and Mrs. Stark beams.

“Oh, Anthony, that’s a wonderful idea!” She exclaims, and Winnie tries not to laugh through a mouthful of salad. “Share the beauty of Italian. I remember when I was first learning…”

The table is silent as Mrs. Stark drawls on about her time learning Italian and her first steps in the country. Bucky looks down at his own green salad, picking around at the leaves. He glances up quickly, catching the chocolate eyes of Tony. The older boy smirks, causing Bucky to try and stifle a smile. His face heats up-

Wait.

Is he fucking blushing?

Bucky doesn’t blush. He doesn’t blush at strangers. He doesn’t blush at cute Italian boys with the stars in their eyes and tan skin and a sharp jaw and a gap between their teeth and fuck James Buchanan Barnes is totally fucked.

“Does that sound good, James?”

Bucky jumps a bit in his seat and drops his fork. “Uh, what was that?”

His mother sighs and rolls her eyes.

“I said, you should clean up and then Anthony can teach you some Italian.”

“Uh, yeah that’s fine.” He mutters as Tony winks at him. That causes Bucky to blush even more like the total idiot he is.

Wordlessly, Tony stands up and starts collecting the families’ plates. Bucky does the same, taking Mr. Stark and his father’s plates. He follows Tony into the house, the inside temperature a few degrees cooler than outside.

“No dishwasher here, bel ragazzo.” Tony laughs, turning on the sink and handing Bucky a sponge.

“Are you going to tell me what that means?” He asks, an almost playful smile on his face. Tony pretends to think about it.

“No. You’ll figure it out soon enough. After our lessons,” He teases, nudging Bucky’s side with his elbow. The younger boy bows his head sheepishly.

Fuck.

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“Bucky, you’re not going to swim?”

Bucky pushes his cheap sunglasses to the top of his head, and thank god he chose to look because the sight in front of him is life-altering.

Tony stands in front of Bucky, pool water dripping down his toned tan chest. His green swim shorts sit low on his hips, the top of his hipbones visible above the waistband. Bucky can see the beginnings of wisps of dark hair down his stomach and god he wishes he could see lower.

“I mean, I will if you want me to.” Bucky laughs, and regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth. But, Tony lights up.

“Evviva!” He exclaims, grasping Bucky’s hand and pulling him to the small stone pool. The younger boy can’t help but laugh loudly, quickly shucking off his unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt.

“Am I going to have to throw you in, bel ragazzo?” Tony purrs, placing his hand on the small of Bucky’s bare back. He doesn’t respond, the heat of Tony’s palm coaxing him into silence.

Apparently, the Italian takes that as a yes.

Bucky is thrown into the water, Tony jumping in after him.

“You ass!” Bucky yells when he comes up for air, walnut locks stuck to his forehead. Tony is laughing his ass off, brushing his own soaked hair out of his face.

“I’m no stronzo,” Tony coos, splashing Bucky with a little bit of water. He laughs and shakes his head, splashing Tony back. It turns into a full on splash war, the two violently shoving water into each other’s faces.

“Okay, okay, truce.” Bucky wheezes, climbing out of the pool and sitting on the stone paved side. Tony does the same, and oh god oh god oh god their thighs are so close they’re almost touching.

They sit in comfortable silence, a slight breeze blowing through the backyard.

“Bel ragazzo. It suits you.”

The corner of Bucky’s mouth twitches as he looks at Tony.

“You’re really not going to tell me what that means?”

Tony smirks and leans closer to the younger boy.

“Not a chance.”

Bucky can practically feel Tony’s breath on his lips, the thick muscle of his thigh pressing into his own. Bucky’s about to close his eyes and lean in, but a brash voice stops him.

“Anthony! James! Come take a shower!”

Tony gives him a small smile.

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“What’cha reading?”

Bucky looks up from his book, eyeing the boy in his doorway.

“Lord of the Flies,” He responds, trying to keep from staring at where Tony’s t-shirt rides up, exposing his tan stomach.

“Hm. Il signore delle mosche.” Tony hums, waltzing over to Bucky’s bed and sitting on the dark blue quilt comforter.

“And what would that be?” Bucky asks, closing his book and placing it on the weathered night table next to the bed. Tony smiles softly, and holy shit places his hand on Bucky’s ankle, rubbing his thumb in small circles.

“Lord of the Flies.”

Bucky laughs a little too loudly, rubbing his face with his hand.

“Hey Buck?” Tony says softly, nudging the door shut with his foot. Bucky’s mouth goes dry at the nickname.

“Yeah?”

“Can I kiss you?”

Bucky opens and closes his mouth a few times.

“Oh god, yes please.”

Bucky leans over to Tony slowly, long lashes fluttering shut.

Their lips collide, and good god it's the softest, most sensual feeling that Bucky’s ever felt. Tony’s lips are so smooth, so silky, so perfect. Bucky eagerly licks Tony’s bottom lip, and the older boy chuckles against him. Tony slips his tongue into Bucky’s mouth, and the younger doesn’t even try to fight for dominance. He lets Tony take the reigns, lets him caress his cheek and pull him closer.

“Bucky.” Tony breathes once they pull away. He rests his forehead against the brunette’s. “Bel ragazzo.”

Bucky chuckles, pressing a chaste, sloppy kiss to the edge of Tony’s jaw. The older boy hums happily, pulling Bucky against his chest. He rests his chin on the smaller boy’s head, breathing deeply.

“Comfy.”

Tony laughs.

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“No, it’s come si chiama, Lei, not come si chiamo.”

Bucky groans, flopping his face down onto his notebook. Tony chuckles, rubbing the younger boy’s clothed back soothingly.

“Why can’t we just make out? How do you say that in Italian?” Bucky grumbles, turning his head so he can look at Tony.

“Limonare? Hm?” Tony purrs, and Bucky almost shudders at how the word rolls off his tongue. He can feel Tony slip his hand under his shirt, caressing the slight swell of his hip.

“Tony,” Bucky breathes, pulling at the boy’s pale yellow polo.

“James,” Tony teases, and Bucky lets out a soft, breathy moan. Tony wastes no time leaning down and connecting their lips together. He slips his tongue into Bucky’s mouth and his mind goes blank at the sensation. Gently, Tony maneuvers Bucky onto his back so he can straddle his hips. Tony’s hand travels further up Bucky’s chest, the calloused fingers grazing his ribs. Bucky whimpers when Tony pulls away, but lets out a little ah as the older boy moves his lips down to the younger’s hips.

“Tony, what-“

Bucky moans as Tony sucks a hickey onto his hip bone, worrying the skin in between his teeth.

“Tony,” Bucky groans, gripping Tony’s chocolate locks tightly. The older boy nips and sucks at his pale skin, running his hands along Bucky’s thighs. He mouths over Bucky’s clothed half-hard cock, the younger bucking his hips up slightly. Tony is about to undo the button of Bucky’s khakis, when-

“Boys! We’re going out for lunch!”

Both boys groan loudly in protest.

“Cazzo.”

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Valdobbiadeneis beautiful.

It’s especially beautiful when he’s biking through the small town next to Tony.

Mrs. Stark was thrilled when Tony offered to take Bucky down to the center of town. Bucky knew that was just to get the two some alone time.

“Buona sera.” The shop owner calls out lazily from behind the counter. Tony raises his hand, even though the woman hasn’t looked up from her gossip magazine. Tony takes the chance to hold Bucky’s hand, swinging his arm gently.

“Looking for anything in particular?” Bucky asks, resting his head on the older boy’s bicep. Tony’s glances over the tea sets placed intricately on the shelves.

“Maybe. For some guy named James.” Tony quips, causing the younger boy to blush.

“He sounds lame.”

Tony laughs as he browses through the various jewelry pieces.

“You should meet him one day. Great guy.” He hums, “Go over to the kettles. I found what I was looking for.”

Bucky smiles and obeys, pretending to browse through the fine china. He doesn’t understand the exchange of words between the shopkeeper and Tony, but he hears the boy rustling through his wallet.

“Buck, lets go.” Tony says softly, beckoning the brunette over to the door. Bucky follows like a puppy, walking out into the warm summer air.

Tony takes a sharp turn once the leave the shop, smiling wide as he walks down the secluded alleyway.

“Tony, what are you doing?” Bucky asks, giggling as Tony slows to a stop.

“C’mere, bel ragazzo.” He purrs, catching Bucky’s lips in a lazy kiss. The younger boy hums happily, slowly reaching up to caress Tony’s cheek.

“Gotcha something.”

Bucky whines at the loss of Tony’s lips, pressing a sloppy kiss to the corner of them. The older boy opens the small brown bag, taking out a ball of white tissue paper. His tan hands unwrap it, revealing a thin, braided bracelet. There are small white pearls woven into it.

“Hold your hand out, baby.” He whispers, and Bucky’s brain short circuits at the nickname.

“Tony, this is too much.” He breathes as Tony wraps the bracelet around his wrist. He just chuckles, pressing a kiss to his pale hand.

“Only for you.”

☀️☀️

“M gonna miss you,” Bucky slurs as Tony runs his fingers through his damp hair. It’s their last day in Valdobbiadene, and Bucky’s heart already aches for Tony. The older boy strokes his bracelet lovingly, pressing kisses to the top of his head.

“We can always write, bel regazzo.” Tony promises, swinging his legs slightly in the water. Bucky laughs, turning around for a quick kiss, but is quickly interrupted by a squeal.

“Anthony! Anthony, Anthony, Anthony!”

Tony’s eyes grow wide and he fucking pushes Bucky off of him.

“Aurora, credevo dovessi tornare la prossima settimana.” He says, and Bucky turns around.

(Aurora, I thought you were coming next week.)

A girl stands at the edge of the pool, dressed in a yellow sundress and broad straw hat. She’s beaming, bouncing on her sandaled feet, swinging her purse back and forth. She’s gorgeous, with long, chocolate hair and bright green eyes and tan skin and who is this girl.

“Me ne sono andata prima!"

(I left early!)

Tony stands up slowly, but Aurora rushes around the pool and kisses Tony.

They’re kissing, and Tony’s kissing back and Bucky’s heart shatters.

“Chi è quello?” She asks, looking a Bucky and he tries not to burst into tears as Tony lovingly drags his hand over her back.

(Who is that?)

"Non parla italiano."

(He doesn’t speak Italian.)

She giggles and Tony smiles his stupid fucking smile that makes Bucky’s insides melt.

A hot tear drips down Bucky’s cheek as they kiss again, so he gets up and storms off.

Tony doesn’t even try to stop him as he walks back to the house, sobs racking his body.

He’s a fucking idiot.

☀️☀️

“I’m going to miss you so much.”

Bucky watches as his mother hugs Mrs. Stark tightly, Tony standing awkwardly with Aurora on his arm.

“Anthony, go say goodbye to Bucky.” Mrs. Stark scolds, pressing a hand to her son’s back. Tony walks over slowly, gravel crunching beneath his shoes.

“Ciao, bel ragazzo.”

Bucky doesn’t laugh.

“Are you going to tell me what that means?”

Tony leans in slowly, lips almost brushing his ear.

“Pretty boy.”

Bucky could cry again.

“Ciao, asshole.”

Tony smiles sadly.

☀️☀️

Dear Bucky,

I understand if you don’t want to talk to me, that’s fine, but I fucked up big time not telling you about Aurora. (We broke up, by the way.) I miss you and I’m sorry so please write back, bel ragazzo?

Sincerely

Love,

Tony

#winteriron #tony x bucky #buckytony #italy au #sad #rip #winteriron mood board

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senor-cummies · 4 years

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Thinkin about that time i want to a [redacted] concert and this guy (6'sky scraper, im in a gang buff not body builder buff, tats for days, beautiful sandy blonde hair, eyes thst looked like pleasure, band-tee too tight to count as clothes, those hot-topic pants woth the chains and the buckles, doc martins. the clothing descriptions are important because i want a vivid picture for you) asked me if I wanted to sit on his shoulders to see, because I'm 5'windex bottle, I agree.

(I am wearing a fish net body suit under leather booty shorts, a bleach stained band-tee crop-top, and knee high combat hoots with buckles for days, still 5'windex bottle tho. )

So, in said outift, this guy boosts me up onto his shoulders and I have a clear view of the stage. I can see *everything*. we're straight up vibin, I'm singin, he's singing, I'm dancin, he's dancin, we're havin so. much. fun.

then, when the guys shoulders start hurting i jump off him, i fall and land on my ass. i start getting trampled by these people and this guy straight up decks them to get to me.

He holds me in his arms bridal style until he is sure I'm okay and then he keeps me, held in his arms like a baby until the concert is over.

When it is over, at, like, 10pm, we agree to go out with his friends for drinks. His friends are this also tall (more like 5'sky scraper instead of 6'anything but to me and my below sea level lookin ass) brunette guy with the same goddamn blue eyes thst look like love (he's wearing a studded biker jacket, leather pants that do SHIT for his gargantuan hot dog, combat boots with hella huckles, a studded belt, his gut a lip pericing, he does this thing when he laughs where he bites the side of his hand and hie eyes light up and look like a city scape in the ocean he's gorgeous) and this black guy who is also 5'sky scraper wearing a sinple black band tee, black jeans, and some dock martins.

anyways, we go out for drinks, i get hammered fast and while i keep getting drunk and the other guys are getting drunk slower they keep trying to arrange a thing with us. they invite me back to their place. i way yes, bad decision on my part but i was drunk and they were cool guys.

we're at their apartment, listening to the band's music from the concert we just left which we are all game for. er start playing board games, we're drunk, it's fun, blondie and brunette blue eyes start making. out.

black guys looks at me and he says "do you want to..." and it occurs to me the thing they were trying to arrange at the bar...was sex.

no i did NOT turn it down, yes it was the BEST night of my life, but the point I'm trying to get at is...

now that im addicted to all tjings marvel and fanfiction...

blondie and brunette blue eyes...Steve and Bucky

black guy...Sam

me...peter

steve x bucky x sam x peter???

somebody please??? any takers??

#mandy rambles #mandy gets a lil nff #mandy gets personal #mandy has too much writing to do and a broken laptop #steve rogers #bucky barnes #sam wilson #peter parker #steve x bucky x sam x peter #does that even have a ship name???

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starkerkeyz · 5 years

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Master List

A list of links to everything I’ve written on this hellsite so far. Happy reading!

Fic previews

The Collar- SIM!Tony starker

Soulmate AU Preview -SIM!Tony starker

Red and Gold Panties Preview -winterspider in the preview, planned winterironspider for the full fic

Short fic/insomnia writing (100-1,500 words)

Tender Bloody Lip -starker

Watch Me Watch You -winterspider

If You Break Me, I’ll Let You Fix Me -winterspider

Bratty Mob Boss- starker

Choices Hurt - Peter mourning/breaking down

My Barista Is A Camboy - Starker, Tony lusting after camboy Peter :3

My Camboy Is My Fanboy Starker, Part 2 of Tony lusting after camboy Peter :3

College Dorm Omega Part 1/2 Tony buys an omega to help him with his rut

Leashed Playmate Starker, Tony and Peter playing at the office NFF

Eat Me Out Right Or You’re Grounded Starker, incest, ABO, mpreg, rimming, 1k

I’m Scared, But I’m Gonna Do It Anyway angst, 339 words, Tony centric

Long fic (1,500+ words)

Inner Heat Starker, 1.5k, Peter rides Tony, happy 300 follower fic!

Collared Innocence Starker, 6k, Cage’s gift AU, SIM!Tony dicking Peter down, Soulmate AU

Get Yourself There, Baby Starker, Cage’s gift AU, SIM!Tony, Peter gets himself into subspace

Merman, Caveman, Same Difference Starker, monster/mermaid fucking, mpreg, ABO, happy halloween! 3.2k

Don’t Touch Peter Parker. Starker, SIM!Tony soulmate au, murder, blood, D/s, dry humping 2k

Earth’s Thiccest Defender Starker, 2k of Tony Stark ass appreciation, dry humping

Craving Daddy 2.1k Teenker, Harley craving his dad and getting him through Peter.

On Your Knees, Puny God. SIM!Tony/Bruce, D/s, soft Dom Bruce and sub Tony, 2.2k New Years Blowjob

Breakfast and Bruised Knees valentine’s exchange fic <3 6k, D/s, daddy kink, oral sex

Asks (Short response 100-1,500)

Rogue avengers make Peter cry

Testing out female Peter Parker

Bucky and Tony Talk Like They Should Have In The Movies

SIM!Tony punishing babyboy Peter for forgetting his office plug >3 Cage’s gift AU

Asks (Long response 1,500+)

Winterironspider blowjobs in the back of a limo 3.5k of gratuitous porn

starker edging and throat fucking and fortnite 4.5k of crack treated seriously gratuitous porn

Roleplays

Superior Omega Searching For Superior Alpha 15k Mating run omega!SIM!Tony x alpha!Peter

I Don’t Need To Know Your Name To Make You Scream Mine 13k Slutty omega!Peter getting dicked down by slutty omega!SIM!Tony

Eight Stops (to make you mine) starker, ABO, alpha!Tony/omega!Peter, chikan knotting

Kiss Away My Good Name Starker, meet n fuck at a college party, lots of sex

Paint My Wings With Your Heat Starker, ABO, wingfic, alpha!Tony/omega!Peter

Love Me Sweetly, Kiss Me Softly Starker, ABO, hybrid!au, wolf!tony, bunny!Peter, alpha!Tony/omega!Peter

Gateway: The Path To Happiness Starker, ABO, O/O, TW: alcoholism, self harm, discussion of past abuse

Lil Headcanons I come up with as I browse (length varies from 2 sentences to a couple paragraphs I have no control)

Peter proposes to Tony and he’s married to Rhodey

Dom!Peter and Sub!Bucky insp by zayacv art

How many times can Peter cum?

‘bad guy’!Peter just wants Tony’s attention

Going On Again -body swap au idea

Peter having a bad day

another body swap au because I have a problem

to catch another moment

Random Not Fandom Poetry Things?

Serpent or a wyrm

Ash on your sternum

#master list #keylee's master list #keyz master list #starker #winteriron #winterironspider #winterspider

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